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Thursday, December 13, 2012

Mr. Bear

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I look at life this way... Fuzzy, hazy, and half awake...

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Sunday, September 30, 2012

Monday, September 17, 2012

Hyatus ng Palaka

Matagal na ako hindi nakakapag Blog. Alam ko ang iba sa inyo, ang sinasabi, "Buti nga, manahimik ka na lang diyan, putanginang bakla ka."

Yung iba naman, "Ano na kaya ang nangyari kay Palakang Petot?"

At syempre yung iba din naman, "Buhay pa kaya si Palakang Petot?"

Sabagay, sa buhay ng isang palaka, nandiyan ang Dangers of Being a Froglet. Pwede kang maapakan, pwedeng dina dissect ka na sa isang laboratory class ng isang estudyante ng Biology. Pwede ring isang araw, hinahain ka na sa isang Mayamang pranses, dahil ikaw ay isa nang plato ng BUTTERED FROGS LEGS.

At least masasabi ko nang isa akong Yummy na Palaka.

Maraming nangyari sa akin in te past year. Naospital ako for the first time. Hindi mo ko mapapaconfine pero at this point kasi, ikamamatay ko kung hindi ako naconfine.

Maraming haters ng blog ko. Kasi kung anu ano daw ang sinasabi ko sa madrama nilang idol. Paawa effect akala mo king sinong inapi, wala naman akong sinabing hindi totoo. Hindi rin ako naniniwalang may natutunan siya. Hindi naman siya ang nasaktan.

Pero pag namatay ako, lalabas lahat ng katotohanan, maging ang mga bagay na hindi ko maaaring sabihin pa sa mga panahong ito.

Saka ka lamang magsisisi, Kulas.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Borta




BORTA ang tawag sa bading na Anlaki laki n katawan pero kahit anong tanggi, iling o pagsisinungaling ang gawin mo, bading pa din siya. Gaano man kalaki ang mga masel niya, o kahugis ng kargador ang kaha niya, gabinti mo man ang braso niya, at ga troso na ang mga binti niya, basta't bumuka ang kanyang mga mapupulang labi at nagsalita, kulang na lang ay nakalulon siya ng mahiwagang bato at nasigaw ng, "BORTA!!"   (at mala Regine Velasquez ito, na kahit impit ang boses, ay galing sa diaphragm)




Madaming bading ang nagkakandarapa sa mga BORTA, at marami din naman ang nandidiri. Biruin m,o kalaki-laki ng katawan, naggi-gay lingo. Anlaki-laki ng braso, pag nakakita ng amiga, kekendeng-kendeng pa at bebeso'ng nakausli ng pwet na parang BIBE. 

Kung hindi ka na mapatuwad-maluka-matumba.



Bakit baliw na baliw tayo sa mga Borta kahit alam natin na mukha silang TOP ay mga berdaderang BOTTOMESA sila? Kadalasan nga sa kanila sa gym nagsisitambay kasi nga gusto magpalaki ng katawan para patulan ng m,ga Om. Patay tayo dyan kung pareho silang BORTA.


Imagine mo naman ganito kaguwapo, papasukan mo ng mhaba at mainit na ari sa likuran niya? At magugustuhan niya?

Monday, February 20, 2012

Now I Remember Why I Don't Like Formspring

It has really poor privacy settings, and awful, ill-mannered people ask you stuff just to illicit a response, just like "Usedtobeasympathizer" they're trippers. He was asking me if he pissed me off, well hell no, you're a faceless, twit. I doubt you ever knew me. You base your knowledge on something written like AGES ago. You don't know the person behind the frog, and you never will.

The fact that you're ACTUALLY ASSUMING "Napuruhan" alo whatever that means is funny.

I'm sorry, but you're thinking of an entirely different person.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Don't Read My Blog if You Don't Have a Sense of Humor

As if you haven't noticed, everything here is sarcastic. There's an ounce of salt, a cup of saffron and a gallon of bitterness in my posts.

Now I haven't written in a while. i'm not in a contest. I write to keep my sanity; what I tell you, is PRIVILEDGED INFORMATION. These are thoughts I have that I don't share in real life. If you think this is some sirt of cult where I am asking for sympathy, thank you very much but I dont need it.

Besides, you usually keep your sympathy to yourselves

Mr-used-to-be-a-sympathizer, for example, feels very much betrayed and angered by a post I made.

First of all, I have no clue who or what you are, so your 'sympathy' doesnt really matter to me. We will never be friends because you read my blog, felt sympathy, then went on with your life.

Instead, the minute I 'disappoint' you, you suddenly felt the urge to be felt!

I suddenly became indebted to your sympathy... That which, should you have made felt instead, would have been able to avert your disappointment.

I think you are funny.

I even wondered if I ever turned you down one time, to feel such hostility over my post. The people whom I spoken against, really deserved it.

Maybe I do too, when you pour your disgust when I said I tried to be a poser, was successful enough, and liked it.

But i can't apologize.

I really liked it when I posed. It felt GOOD.

I don't do it anymore, but whilst I was posing as another person in Grindr, IT FELT AMAZINGLY GOOD.

I have no regrets.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Gooey's Day Off FAIL.

Jamie kept ringing my phone at 3am.

"Where are our friends?!?"

"I dunno. I called Jayvee, Aig and her are going to a wake."

"What wake?"

"Paul's dad died. Huling gabi ngayon."

"Seriously? So sino kasama mo? Where's Jamilla?"

"She's not answering her phone. Someone was ringing me, but when I called back, there was this wierd ringback,"

"So where are you?"

"I went home. I charged my pod, I fell asleep."

"You're not going out?" she asked with a sad voice.

I made that sound I do when I'm not sure what to say, "Mmnn, nah. I tried my luck at B Side, I got bored.

The truth of the matter was, I planned to go out. I vowed myself I'd party this ONE REST DAY I have, eventhough it's a Sunday.

I even went to the parlor and had what's left of my hair trimmed; I went to the laundromat to collect BOTH my clothes and Jamie's.

I frikin' got my bald head shampooed at the parlor. I WAS PREPARED.

And come 11:00pm, I was at KFC.

I remember staring at this cute daddy, thinking, 'are those all his kids? He must be so yummy that hia wife let him fuck her all that much... And such rich sperm!'

Mmmm mmm mmm mmmm.

Fuck nuts, I wanted to party.

I thought of calling Jamilla coz we planned to go to Sensation. But hey, the phone just simply rang. So I texted Jamie. I called Jayvee.

She was in the office, hanging out with Aighel. I could hear his calls.

They couldn't go out; they were going to a wake after his shift.

I was torn.

Monster ain't able to party with his friends. I wanted to go to Malate. Theguys there let me grope them on the dance floor. There might be action.

Then I realised, I just git pickpocketed there last week; This group of boys surrounded me and pinched my wallet; Had I not taken one of the boys and held him until they spit the wallet out, I would have lost my IDs.

The wallet was returned empty, but all my cards were there. They all ran away.

I wasn't going to go there alone.

I went to B Side, but realised, fucknuts, every single guy was either straight, taken, or annoyingly conceited. Loved the music though, they had torches. (i was like, "ooohhh, fire...")

Then my ipod drained.

I wasn't going to stay there with no one to talk to, and nothing to play with (figuratively and literally intended), so I went home to charge my shit.

I intended to go back, but my melancholy got to me.

You see, if I weren't the only single person in my circle of friends, I wouldn't have such a hard time hunting for a good time on my rest day. People stay in when they're a couple.

Heck, Jayvee was hanging out in te LAST place you'd wanna hang out on your rest day --- the office, with Aighel, and she doesn't mind.

I drew a face on my pillow so there's a face on it when I cuddle it.

It was HORRIBLE going back to the apartment. I felt DEFEATED.

I felt like a fisherman who went out to sea to catch fish, and there weren't any. Or a wolf who couldn't hunt.

I woke up from a call on my phone. It was Jamie.

"oh ok, I'm coming home, then, if you're not gonna drink."

A few minutes later, she was knocking on the door. She bought ice cream and demanded we wake Rachel and Leigh upstairs.

We found out Mattex had come back from CDO. We ate the ice cream Jamie bought.

"Go get yourself a boyfriend, Gooey."

I was rolling my eyes, thinking, "HOW?!?"

"You need a boyfriend."

I didn't reply. She finished her icecrean and crawled on Mattex' bed. Soon she was snoring.

She's atill there as I'm writing this.

And so touched I have friends like her, Cojo reminded me on my Facebook wall I have amazing friends... I can always crash Rache's and Mattex' pad anytime.

But yeah. Gooey needs a boyfriend.

Or at least get laid on his days off.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

2012

Excited na ako sa kalalabasan ng taon na ito. This is one of the most awaited years in history. Kagaya ng 1984 na nobela ni HG Wells, kung saan dinescribe niya kung ano malamang ang buhay natin nung panahon na iyon. Madami sa hula niya ay tama. Kagaya ng year 2000, kung saan naranasan nating tatlo ang zero sa taon, at marami ang nagsasabing End of the World na.

Pero kakaiba ang 2012. Ilang libong taon nang hinihintay ang taon na ito. Ito ang katapusan ng Mayan Calendar. Ito rin daw ang katapusan ng mundong alam natin.

Madami ang nagsasabi'ng hindi naman daw katapusan ng mundo ang 2012. Ito daw ay RENEWAL.

Marami sa ating mga pananaw at kalinangan ang magbabago, dahilan kung saan lahat ng alam natin noon ay magwawakas.

I know right?

Bigyan ko na ba kayo ng shovel para hukayin ang ibig kong sabihin?

Hehehe.

Ganito kasi iyon: ang mundo ay madumi na. Madami nang tao, madami nang hayop, madami nang lumaspag dito. Imaginin mo naman ang isang babaeng ni rape ng isanglibong construction workers.

Sandali lang, nag iimagin pa ko. Andaming construction workers nun. Nomnomnomnom...

Ang una niyang gagawin ay MALILIGO.

Nakapanood na kayo ng mga rape victims sa pelikula? Yung matapos siya pagsamantalahan, o makipag sex sa lalaking ayaw nila, magkukulong sa banyo, bubuksan ang shower, at magkukuskos ng magkukuskos? Tapos iiyak?

"Ang dumi dumi ko!"

"Hindi maalis ang dumi niya sa akin!"

I know, madrama right?

Sa kagustuhan mong luminis, kailangan mong iwan ang maraming bagay.

Kailangan mong kalimutan.

Kahit mahal mo pa siya.

Kung sinisira ka ng isang bagay na mahal mo, kailangan mo nang tigilan itong mahalin.

Kailangan iwan mo na siya.

At karaniwan, ang sakit na mararamdaman mo dahil doon, ang pakiramdam mo ay ito na ang Katapusan ng Mundo.

Ang hindi mo alam, kapag nagawa mo na ito, ito rin ang simula ng mas magagandang mga bagay para sa iyo.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Happy New Year 2012

My first post for 2012.

2012 is so wierd. It doesnt feel like a new year at all.

Ayala wasn't as filled up as before. Lotsa white people, lotsa mediterranean guys, but where are the locals? And almost every other person brought his dog?!?

Are we ever so lonely that animals will start to take the place of our loved ones?

I was staring at the floating lanterns (parang Rapunzel lang, without hair) and the fireworks, and I thought, "Fine, you're not the only lonely person, at least in Makati."

And when I came back home to Mayapis, I saw all my neighbors outside. I saw where all the people were.

They were home.

They were with friends.

They were with family.

If it's true that this year is the last, I may have spent my last new year alone.

Fuck you, Mr. Right. You weren't here again.

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